Juice WRLD - 5 Bitches (500 Carats) lyrics

Woo, uh, bitch, huh (Oh oh, oh oh)
It's one, two, three, four
Five hundred carats on the scene
(Uh huh, uh huh, One, two, three, four
I done traveled the world on they ass)
One, two, three, four, five hundred carats
(Suck my dick) yeah (Grrah)

Okay, it's one, two, three, four
Five hundred carats on my wrist
(Uh huh, uh, uh huh)
That's a Patek, uh, all baguettes, I manage
(Uh, uh huh, uh, uh huh)
One, two, three, four
Five bitches fuckin' on my clique
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And they can't help it (Uh, huh)
No Limit gang, you know we savage, uh
(Geek, geek) fuck a bouncer, step up in the
Club, I got my ratchet, uh
(Bitch, uh huh)
Upper echelon, we still acting ratchet, uh
(yeah, bitch) fuck a bouncer, I'm up in
The club with my ratchet, uh
(Grrah, bitch)
Upper echelon, but we still acting ratchet
(Still acting ratchet)

Yeah, gun make him do backflips (Grrah)
Gymnastics when I'm loading up the ratchet
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, bitch)
Rich ass bastard, nah, I don't got no father
(Uh huh, uh huh, ya' dig, uh huh)
Okay, you got some talent
But I still go harder
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Yeah, new main thing
(yeah) , uh, really wanna give
Her brain (Uh huh, uh huh)
I need some brain (Uh, huh) , uh, I cannot
Maintain (Uh huh, uh, uh huh)
I'm screaming fuck the fame
(yeah) , I do this shit for my gang (Gang
Gang) plus, I love the music
(Uh) , went platinum on you losers (Losers)
Uh, I ball out like Michael Jordan and you
Boozer (Swish, swish, swish, swish)
I ain't come to fight, uh, uh, uh
I got a Ruger (Grrah, uh huh)
How you talking tough when you on computers?
(Tough, what?)
You ain't shit but an Instagram user
(Ya' dig?) fuck out my motherfuckin' face
(Fuck out my motherfuckin') , yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't you see I'm getting to
The cake? yeah, yeah, yeah
(Can't you see I'm getting to the cake?)
Run it up like the cops
Tryna chase, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Uh, run it up like the cops tryna)
That's your bitch? Then why my homie
Putting his kids on her face? (Ya' bitch)
Yeah, get the fuck out my
Motherfuckin' face, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fuck out my motherfuckin', uh)
Can't you see I'm getting to this cake
(Cash, cash, cash)? yeah, yeah, yeah
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Run it up like cops doing
A chase, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
That's your bitch? Why my homie
Bustin' on her face? yeah

Okay, it's one, two, three, four
Five hundred carats on my wrist
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh) that's a Patek, uh
(Uh huh, oh oh) , all
Baguettes, I manage (Uh huh, oh oh)
One, two, three, four
Five bitches fuckin' on my clique
(yeah, uh huh, uh huh, bitch)
And they can't help it (Uh, huh)
No limit gang, you know we savage, uh (Oh oh)
Fuck a bouncer, step up in the
Club, I got my ratchet, uh
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh huh)
Upper echelon, we still acting ratchet
Uh huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Fuck a bouncer, I'm up in
The club with my ratchet, uh
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Upper echelon, but we still acting ratchet
(Still acting ratchet, uh)

Still acting ratchet with the steel, uh
(Steel)
Baddie on my side, she'll kill Bill, uh
(Kill Bill)
Just watched the news, what the fuck Bill?
(What the fuck?) still on that Cosby Molly
Still gripping steel if you tryna rob me
(No Limit, grrah)
You can run but you can't hide (Uh)
There ain't no dodging (Dodging)
I won't let you blow my high
(High) , I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
I won't let you kill my vibe
(Uh, huh) , I'm sorry (Sorry)
Uh, super slatt, hit the trap
I'm cooking brack (Uh huh, yeah)
That shit harder than crack (Bitch, yeah)
I'm in the 6, no Drake, that's facts
(Bitch, yeah)
I run through the 6 with my woes and back
(Uh, huh)
Bullets hit your chest, go through your back
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Only got one life, can't take it back
(Uh huh, uh)
I moved on, won't take you back (Uh, huh)
That's karma for your dumbass
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) , bitch

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